Any Given Sunday
Play or be Played.
A star quarterback gets knocked out of the game and an unknown third stringer is called in to replace him. The unknown gives a stunning performance and forces the aging coach to reevaluate his game plans and life. A new co-owner/president adds to the pressure of winning. The new owner must prove her self in a male dominated world.
Oliver Stone is a self-indulgent filmmaker. It's just what he does. As early as Platoon, he was indulging the viewer in the cruel and deceitful side of war, a tell all of his personal accounts and he was rewarded accolade after accolade for it. I believe after this, his ego was inflated to an unmeasurable degree. His films continued a mountainside climb of scope and rigid bias and coked up editing and unfiltered testosterone.
I don't believe a sport in movies has been as glorified as it is in Any Given Sunday. Stone strives to pound me into submission with a nonstop barrage of editing that turns character into parody and plot into a music video. He splices clips of…
I remember when I saw this film for the very first time ... I was in high school ... my sophomore year on the football team ... and it was a friday afternoon after school ended. The football team always stayed after school, and we would all hang out in the locker room and relax, just getting out minds off things to help us prepare for the night's game. Sometimes we would even watch football movies. Well, on this day, we watched "ANY GIVEN SUNDAY", and I can tell you right now ... my first impression/opinion of this film when I first saw it all the way back then ... it has not changed one single bit.
Words can not…
Oliver Stone lacks discipline.
This mantra kept lingering in my head throughout Any Given Sunday, a film that proves Oliver Stone should be smacked across his face and sent to bed without any dinner, until he learns how to make a proper film.
The film's true problem lies in its editing. Stone seems to be so concerned with creating chaotic, frustrating montages that feel more like a disorganized and uninteresting movie than scenes from a cohesive film. Any time a scene is developed between two characters that feels remotely interesting and dramatic, Stone ruins it with his ridiculous editing style.
It doesn't help either that at 157 minutes, the film feels way too long. Maybe at two hours, I would…
Disclaimer: I'm a huge football fan
I don't know how many of you watch ESPN3 but I do. If you do watch it then you might know that they run a select few commercials over and over right now, one of which contains an audio clip of Al Pacino's famous inches speech from this film. After about a week of hearing this every day on ESPN 3 I realized that I needed to watch this again.
I thought that I would be watching the director's cut for the first time. However, I didn't notice any difference between this cut and what I have seen two or three times before on DVD. Maybe I have been watching the director's cut the…
Is it just me or is Everyone in this film an arsehole.
Oliver Stone's big loud brash American Football movie, far to long, boring and your lucky if any shot lasts more than 10 seconds.
Al Pacino is the best thing in this as the ageing coach losing control against the younger players, Jamie Foxx is the third choice Quarter Back who gets a starting place due to injury, and turns from normal dude into cocky party machine after about two games. Cameron Diaz is terrible as the teams ruthless GM.
Stone's direction is all over the place, it feels like an epileptic fit, scenes mixed with everything from old films, thunder and lighting and training montages. There is a game played in monsoon conditions with no lights, just ridiculous.
Stone even has a cameo as a loud, annoying, fat, stupid colour commentator.The words I would chose to describe this film.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Stone's overwrought pro football movie is very entertaining (I've seen the film several times even though I don't think it's that great) but it thinks it is way more insightful and observant than it truly is. Add to that Stone getting a little carried away with his collage style editing and some frustratingly thin characterizations. I think Jerry Maguire played the changing-face-of-pro-sports-in-the-90's card way better, though it is fun to watch Al Pacino scream at Cameron Diaz.
For a movie entirely comprised of quick edits, fast music and Dutch angles galore this thing sure felt sludgy. It’s like a 157 minute montage that assaults your senses. I am all for a director applying artistic flourishes to their film to make it unique but Oliver Stone throws everything at the screen and none of it sticks. It’s a shame, too, because the cast is superb, the subject matter is rich and, hell, even the production design is pretty impressive. I found this movie almost unwatchable and it all had to do with Stones masturbatory approach to filmmaking.
Often ridiculous, but constantly well-acted with intense moments and great editing.
Decent enough football movie. But could've been stronger if it were trimmed down and ended in he stadium with just Willy and Tony, before the press conference. That was odd.
Littered with strange sound effects like lion roars.
But the most offensive thing was the Knights jersey's. Fire that costume designer!
Directed by Oliver Stone this film stars Al Pacino, Cameron Diaz, Dennis Quaid and Jamie Foxx. A third choice quarter back gets his chance to start for an American football team while the owner clashes with the coach.
It can be hard for those of us outside the USA to follow the intricacies of films about American sports at times but this film does a fairly good job of translating the sport to film. The script does a good job of considering the role of sportsmen in the modern game as well as the finite and fragile nature of their careers. As with any Stone film this is a well made film but at times the camera work does get a little annoying but otherwise there is little to complain about.
Having not seen this film since around the time of its release, I was surprised to realize that I had forgotten what an adult tone and aesthetic that it possesses. From the opening scene until the credits roll, Any Given Sunday sports a famously intense script with hard-hitting action scenes that rival any football movie that I am aware of. The reality of the sport is realized by the use of shaky cam and marvelous sound editing as well as using professional football players instead of trained actors. Oliver Stone was the perfect director to be tapped for this gritty capture of America’s most popular sport. He is able to manage a lot of egos on top of leading…
al pacino at his best
Any Given Sunday might go down as one of the most frustrating films I've watched in 2013.
On the one hand, the film understands the dilemmas hardcoded into professional football to an uncanny degree. In its depiction of players coping with injuries in the face of unfeeling fans and executives who care only for the results, ego-centric stars butting heads with each other, and a me-first attitude conflicting with a team sport, the film eerily predicts 14 years worth of NFL headlines. The film also explores the tension between youthful desire to make a mark with an older generation’s struggle with mortality and reverence for their glory days, best exemplified by the tug-of-war relationship between Al Pacino’s Vince D’Amato and…